You were having an anxiety attack after you had a worst dream, you're snapping yourself with a rubber band while calming yourself down.

After a while, your husband slowly opened his eyes, glancing at your hand and your rubber band. He slowly slips it off, running his thumb over your wrist gently and pulled you closer to him to hug you.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to do that..." he mumbled silently as he stroked your hair gently. "what's wrong, mi amor?"